Chapter 13
It was about 21:30 by the time I reached Anne's apartment. She rented a place in one of those four story buildings.
Luckily for me she lived on the second floor so didn't have to go up many stairs. The last time I was here she was having one of her sleepovers.
"No one's too old for a sleepover", is her thing. She even had it on as her bio on Instagram.
I knocked on her door once I got there. I knocked once then twice then agian.
There still no answer.
I was about to leave after the third knock when she opened.
She had on only a long shirt and by how her hair looked I knew quickly what she had been up to.
"Nice cosplay. What are you doing here?" She asked me.
"I need a place to sleep for the night. But I see you have company", I said making my back to the stairs.
"Thank god you're here. I need an excuse to chase my gentleman friend out or else I'll be late for work", she said grabbing my arm and pulling me into her apartment.
It was sort of mess. Anne despite her name sake isn't the most graceful of people. She found an uncovered space on her couch and gestured to me to sit.
"I'll tell him you're dealing with addiction and you really need my help", she winked at me disappeared into her room.
"Whatever floats your boat". I shrug.
She had a TV on the wall. I figured she could be a while and why should I miss my nightly soap?
I rummaged through her stuff looking for the remote. I ended up sorting her things out.
Taking a bowl to the kitchen sink, putting a pair of socks into the laundry basket. Hanging her coat up on the hook where it was supposed to be.
While I was vacuuming the carpet by her couch I found the remote under it.
Finally! Allah alone knows how it got there.
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"You should be on those shows with the cleaners", she came back after 1 hour and said. She leaned against the wall and watched me clean. "You should be on hoarders" I said flooding a pile of her clothes.
"It hasn't been like this all week. I'm cleaner than this usually", she walking over to her kitchen.
"So?" I said sitting back down on the couch.
"So what?" she said adding some milk to a cup and handing it to.
"So, you know what I'm going to ask you?" I said with a raised eyebrow.
"Gosh don't give that raised eyebrow look. It's not it what you think it is, it's purely "exercise"". She said in a high pitched voice.
"So that's what people are calling it these days. You know my feelings on that stuff."
"Come on haven't you ever had "exercise" just for the fun of it?" She said handing me a cup of hot milk.
"We are not allowed to even touch never mind do what you are implying before we get married". I said closing my eyes trying to push out the image of whatever might have gone on here.
"You've even put me of my milk". I said giving her the cup back.
"Suit yourself". She said pouring it down the drain.
"Oh snake"! I yelped.
"Where"?! Anne jumped.
"Sorry. I'm just not used to people wasting food. We have this thing where in the next life all the food you waste will be turned into snakes". I said giving her a sympathetic look.
